Today is Monday.
I like Mondays.
But then, I don't have a day job, so it means something different to me than many people.
I have other jobs though. They just aren't quite so time bound.
Many, many jobs.
Since my life has been altered so much lately, I have finally found time to get to the minutia of my own existence and clear the decks of a rather large backlog of chores that had been piling up around here.
Some of those chores made their appearance on the Kanban board. I was feeling so exhilarated by the number of accomplished tasks, I decided to leave the stickies on the board for a daily boost to my self esteem. It's a bit artificial and just a tad on the obsessive side, but this is good therapy for me. I need some messy places in my life. Genius gestates in the folds of messy places. I'm convinced of it.
Here's the Kanban mascot, ...
(Please. I beg you. Do not give a name to a refrigerator magnet. I don't think I can take it. It's Monday. I had a rough weekend. Have pity on my frayed nerves.)
What in the world does a rough weekend consist of for an ordinary set of punctuation marks?
(Even *I* deserve a private life Cupcake, so back off.)
Very well, but she is obviously a female cow. So a nice farmy, girly name should be easy to come up with....
(Please. No. The bovine shaped bit of metal does not need a name.)
Okay. I'll humor you. Just for today. I make no promises for the future though.
She's walking on air. :-) I'll scooch her down in a minute so she can reach the grass.
I am enjoying the Creeping Jenny plant so much in Ten Forward this summer, that I thought I would try to grow some of it in a terrarium just like the Wandering Jew one that I have that C. gave to me. Yesterday I took some clippings and put them in water to root. This morning I noticed how pretty the air bubbles looked and had to stop what I was doing and see if I could capture them in a photo. Here's the bottle:
And here are the bubbles:
I love this plant.
And to round out the disconnected subjects of this post, I give you a close up of one, perfect, Pain au chocolat that I took at the farmer's market this week. Our local artisan baker is putting out literally world class breads and baked goods right here at the last outpost before you officially enter The Boonies.
I can make such a claim on the quality of his goods because a friend who has a farm booth at the market had BEEN to Paris and she said his could stand alongside what she has eaten there herself. So it's official. We are beyond blessed to have him amongst us. Feast your eyes....
I haven't actually eaten one yet. I'm a little intimidated by their decadence. However I intend to get over it soon.
Here's the Kanban mascot, ...
(Please. I beg you. Do not give a name to a refrigerator magnet. I don't think I can take it. It's Monday. I had a rough weekend. Have pity on my frayed nerves.)
What in the world does a rough weekend consist of for an ordinary set of punctuation marks?
(Even *I* deserve a private life Cupcake, so back off.)
Very well, but she is obviously a female cow. So a nice farmy, girly name should be easy to come up with....
(Please. No. The bovine shaped bit of metal does not need a name.)
Okay. I'll humor you. Just for today. I make no promises for the future though.
She's walking on air. :-) I'll scooch her down in a minute so she can reach the grass.
I am enjoying the Creeping Jenny plant so much in Ten Forward this summer, that I thought I would try to grow some of it in a terrarium just like the Wandering Jew one that I have that C. gave to me. Yesterday I took some clippings and put them in water to root. This morning I noticed how pretty the air bubbles looked and had to stop what I was doing and see if I could capture them in a photo. Here's the bottle:
And here are the bubbles:
I love this plant.
And to round out the disconnected subjects of this post, I give you a close up of one, perfect, Pain au chocolat that I took at the farmer's market this week. Our local artisan baker is putting out literally world class breads and baked goods right here at the last outpost before you officially enter The Boonies.
I can make such a claim on the quality of his goods because a friend who has a farm booth at the market had BEEN to Paris and she said his could stand alongside what she has eaten there herself. So it's official. We are beyond blessed to have him amongst us. Feast your eyes....
I haven't actually eaten one yet. I'm a little intimidated by their decadence. However I intend to get over it soon.